The World Garment's rule arcs flickered brightly and dimly, flashing without end.
The Day-Night Wings, guardians of the dual rules of day and night—one butterfly wing bearing the sun's radiance, the other the moon's glow. These two rules, originally contradictory within the wizard world, formed a perfect opposing collision under Green's incomparably exquisite control.
Buzz...
Before the eyes of countless spectators, crimson and silver-white collided. The sun-and-moon patterns on Green's Day-Night Wings gradually became incomparably distinct, seeming to echo the wizard world's sun and moon from afar. After the wings gathered the vast, boundless rules of day and night from the wizard world, they traveled along vein after vein and blood vessel after blood vessel to reach his hands. A long, drawn-out hum echoed from deep within Green's throat.
Whoosh!
A transparent flame of consciousness, a higher and purer flame of consciousness born through qualitative change upon the foundation of the wizard world's rules.
Viewed through the dimensional laboratory of Fairy Tales, this was an unknown new energy form beyond Green's own designs. Under Green's opposing collision, it was slowly born!
This colorless, odorless, utterly energy-wave-less transparent flame could only be detected through abnormalities in origin runes and changes in the World Garment's rule arcs. Lesser wizards might even have believed the World Garment's rule arcs were the sorcery Green was casting. This was a flame of the wizard world's consciousness!
"What method will the first Wizard King use against the Black Witch King!?"
At this historic moment, all the lesser wizards held their breath, staring intently at the first Wizard King, Green, at that streak of rule arc, hoping to glimpse and comprehend some profound truth within it and thereby achieve a qualitative leap.
Suddenly, the Black Witch King's Yellow Springs Netherworld True Body upon the parallel crucifix raised